Her interests in Men is for Entertainment
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The Estate of Duke Walterus,
The Town of Crimsonton,
Kingdom of Velicia,
Fair Morning,
The Ninth Day of the Month of November,
Thirty Third Year of the Reign of King Jesse Crestings
Unfolding the letter from Knight Erion, Charlene rose from her seat, walked towards the bed and laid down as she read the contents thereof:
"My Dearest Charlene Walterus,
I have barely any time to be writing this to you, and so I intend to make this as crisp as possible. After the meeting today that I had with the Crown Prince, I have been rather engaged with work here at the Imperial Castle.
I am at the training grounds now as I write this to you. The carriage you had arrived in was there at the royal front courts and I knew you were near. But I could not meet you there during business and I still wish I could have, for I knew you looked most gorgeous to the eyes and speaking with you could have elevated my energy for the day.
A concerning matter that I had noticed, however, was Cryspus entering the Castle as well.
I hope he did not bother you, for I knew he was there to pursue you and torment you further. I was vexed to see him there, as bold as he was. But as I was busy, I could not attend to protecting you there.
I hope your work at the Imperial Castle went smoothly and you had no inconveniences by reason of his unnecessary and uncalled for presence in the place.
I look forward to seeing you tonight, when I make a visit to the Reading Association. And for my sake, if it is not of inconvenience to you, please wear that dark red colour on your lips. It awakens something in me that I cannot quite express.
With my whole heart vested here,
Head Knight Erion of the West Wing."
After reading the letter, Charlene frowned pensively. She had felt absolutely no flutters or rushes when reading his words of doting for her.
However, the thoughts she had were all towards Prince Rayzenn who had been daring in defending her against a bitter enemy that she had once loved.
Heaving a sigh, the damsel thought of how she did not feel excited about seeing the Head Knight that eve. After all, she knew he was head over heels in love with her and there was nothing that could steer him away.
She desperately wanted to build a more frequent connection with Prince Rayzenn, for it thrilled her to be around him. The damsel could not imagine how much more exciting it would be if the Crown Prince himself wanted to see her as well.
Somewhere in her heart, she was expecting him to take an effort to visit her. It was a distant shade of confidence. After all, the man had listened to everything she had said earlier that day, most intently.
Then, she arose and walked over to the study where her copy of the novel was seated. Lifting it up, she opened to the first page where the dedication was written:
"This book is dedicated to the sons of the Imperial Family of Velicia, who had lost their mother to the cruelty of a lost race
To Francis and to Rayzenn Crestings"
The words 'Rayzenn Crestings' sent a chill down her spine and she subconsciously laughed to herself, before pressing her lips against the page, where his name was calligraphed in fine print.
Then, when she looked upon it, it was the same dark shade of a kiss that she wished to someday give the man during the process of a Royal Wedding.
Happy sighs were sounded as the damsel danced across the room, holding the book against her chest. She did not know if the man loved her back, but she was confident that he was attracted to her for her beauty at the very least, although he had shown no signs to guarantee her assumptions.
She wished for the man to pay her a visit, but the fear that he would not have thought of her as more than a normal person passing through his day was upsetting.
Mixed feelings churned in her chest as she laid down upon her bed weakly, intending to read.
After a few hours of reading the novel, she heard a knock on the door. Rising to sit, she called for the person to enter.
Head Maid Christy stepped in to say, "My Lady, Head Knight Erion is at the chambers of the Reading Association and requested that he wished to see you."
There was a grunt of irritation and the damsel nodded, before wrapping her shoulders with furs and making her way up the stairs to where the man was.
The man was smiling, as he always did, standing against the cool breeze of the night upon the deck of the Club's balcony. "Oh, hello there", she said, feeling neither motivation, nor excitement even in her voice.
"Hello, my dear", the man responded.
She noticed that his eyes went down to her lips and there was a shade of obvious disappointment on his face, and she knew that the colour had faded and the man was put off by her evident lack of interest.
"How has your day been going?" the Head Knight asked.
"It was fine. Did you come by to post an opinion?" she asked, yawning, like she didn't notice, nor care.
There was visible disorientation in his expression, before he frowned and asked, "Did you not receive my letter?"
"Oh, yes, yes, I did", she replied, showing no affiliation or affection. "I'm sorry, I did not recollect anything."
"Was Cryspus there to follow you?" the man asked.
The damsel shrugged in response. "He was terribly harsh, but the prince was there to defend me. It was alright", she replied, willing to disclose no more.
There was an obvious flicker or irritation that crossed the Knight's eyes before he said, "Alright. I reckon you are tired. You should go to sleep. Good night, Char."
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